Another from “Just Me”
he was jamming
last night at the Saba
redundant bass line heavy and hard
drummer triplin on the two-three
old style
rub-a-dub style
Jah Al-mi-TEE
can you say Amen
“Ras Tafari”
cry de baldheads
chillin my Irie
but the brothas don’t care
cause there’s coke in dey dreads
and even Babylon
look pretty in de snow
I wrote that poem a long time ago after a visit from my old college roommate and soon-to-be-ex best friend. In college, I had no idea what I wanted to do for a career. After floundering the 1st two years, and getting a 1.75 GPA my 4th semester, I decided I better grow up and decide on my future. I went to the library, checked out a book on careers, and started reading. It was alphabetized, I remember.
My future was determined by my A-B-Cs. See, I got bored quickly, and once I hit…
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